(Kevin Gilbert)
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Numbly staring up at me
Daring me to try to be
Simple, yet profound
Words alone
For all that consciousness allows
Find I'm at a loss for how
To say just what I've found
I entered through an open door
Left by all who came before
With thoughts so rich, yet words so poor
For truths already spoken for
Reach within
To find a misplaced bit of truth
In love or hate, or age or youth
In what price peace of mind?
Close the book
Evasive truth still yet to find
Of rhythm felt by twisted rhyme
When words get left behind
Well something snaps and then you learn
Chasing words is no concern
Then one by one they die and turn
To mild regret and hopeless yearn
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Numbly staring up at me
Escaping by apology
From a blank page left unsigned